The Bloody Clothes of War
I wear the bloody clothes of war
The wounds that I show
Coming from traumas
Concussions that rattle your heart
And never leave your head.
The blood that I oppose
Stemming from the life I missed
The hope I skipped past
The love I never felt.
The wounds that killed me fall deep
Hitting my bones
Some even shattering
Leaving me motionless on the floor.
The tears and blood I cry
Fill up the casket and spill out
Until everyone in the room drowns in them
But I somehow find a way to prevent myself
From showing the crowd that I am dying, not dead.
I wear the bloody clothes of war
War with everything
War with everyone
But also the worst kind of war
War with myself.
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Charmed
Carve thy name into my heart,
in stead of stressed i lay here charmed
Charmed by the anger in my heart,
But the charm is coming undone
As thy carves in my heart with a bloody knife
Showing no mercy
Leaving open wounds bleeding profusely,
Wounds shown to the world
In this living black hell i see your eyes,
and the light flashing in them
Your blue tears mixing with my black tears healing me,
the charm of anger coming undone
taking part of me with it,
my anger at you and the blood i lost to you
So go on i will not shriek in pian,
carve anything in my bleeding heart
I shall only cry mixing my black no,
now my blue tears with yours
healing my bloody heart leting,
out the anger thats been charmed in me
poem by Abby Sowers
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Bloody Red Tears
Tears of blood
Oh, bloody red tears
They fall on my pillow
And it soaks in blood, red and liquefied
They fall to the floor bellow
And once dried...
It's covered in blood, brown and hardened
Oh, bloody red tears
They're the result of what no-one can mend
All my hurt that built up over the years
Bloody red tears
They're so beautiful to me
They quench my thirst nobody knows of or hears
Only one thirst could that be
The thirst to see blood and pain
Oh, it's so good to my eyes
But, my hurt, I also have a thirst to drain
All those lies!
They cause some of my bloody red tears
They cause my hardened heart, even when someone dies
Oh, bloddy red tears
They're so good to me
And have been all these years
poem by Amy Parkinson
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EverCrimson War
The bloody hearts that we consume,
EverCrimson they are,
The bloody streams, crimson with terror,
Are not very afar,
For eventually war will strike,
These haven heaven lands,
EverCrimson forming round,
Death hitting sands.
Causing terror, freedom felt,
In the depths of the sea,
Where drowning can lead to freedom,
A free death possibility.
But still as this war comes,
We shall never prepare,
For this EverCrimson War,
We never daren’t stare.
For this battle will spread blood wide,
Not only blood but lost dreams,
For those that once lived,
Now dead as it seems.
Those dreams lost forever,
Never to come back,
Losing memories of childhood,
Now at severe lack.
The child at home playing,
Wanting war to end,
Never to know the death,
That EverCrimson War can lend.
For as well as dreams and death,
Souls will be lost again,
Reaching up to heaven,
But never these lonely men.
For we caused war, maybe end it,
But we started it at first,
So Mother Nature cannot be happy,
Only send us the worst.
Crimson war is bad enough,
Than having it Ever to stay,
I tell them, ‘it isn’t a game’
The dead in sorrow lay.
Listening to my words,
Understanding what I mean,
But nobody listens otherwise,
They will never wipe sins clean.
Only keep them forever,
Staining the blood EverCrimson red,
Never to be lost,
Reminding of the ones who are dead.
Those that were killed,
The ones they killed,
Hearts, lands, acres full of blood,
EverCrimson War only brings disaster…
To those who fail,
Will flash crimson, go stale,
Rotting bodies, rotting blood,
Mixed in with the dying mud.
EverCrimson War only brings disaster…
poem by Viraj Bhanshaly
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Blood
there is blood on my hands;
and they won't come clean
alone and weary I'm just so tired
of nobody knowing what I mean
I kneel down
Look into the eyes of Death
As it so simply lays there still
Within a sanguine puddle upon the ground.
Something here is not right
indeed all is quite wrong
This dark day has lingered on
Far too long.
When death's deed
Was done
The moon out shone
The sinking sun,
While blood dripped from the bullets
Outside of the gun.
A human heart had withdrawn
From it's beats
As the guiding angels
Quietly just took their seats
For what more could be said?
Jesus did not show this time,
To raise the dead.
Mary and Martha
Won't stop their crying,
Long after the paramedics
Stop their trying.
My mind won't believe
My eyes refuse to see
The senseless finality
Of this lowly evil deed.
The divine image bearer
Still as stone
Is left to lay there
Dead, upon the cold hard ground.
I walk lonely
In the night's weeping rain,
Wondering if any words can hold me together
and quiet the endless pain
Or, will it all come apart
With the great weight of this
One more broken and falling feather.
With drops like blood dripping down my face
I stand out here alone in the dark and pray
With words
I don't even know how to say,
Realizing more than ever
What a mere mortal man I am,
A stranger here.
Passing through such unfamiliar land;
We all march
In the earth's threnody,
Changing so as we go
Becoming all things new, while travelling into eternity.
Though we die, still we fly,
Hope does live Love does win
New life awaits for all
Even now, even then.
Though now the sadness of life remains,
The realization, before it's all through
We will hurt again.
And so often still do.
Here, the killer and the killed
Share in this pain,
For both must wear the long heavy chain
Of who is to blame;
Bloody chains
Leaving such bloody stains,
On more than just me
On more than just he.
Life is madly marked by plangent pauses
And consuming concerns,
We can only hope the reason and the cause is
For a life far greater to find and to learn.
There is a power in ancient Blood spilt for the ages,
And it is what it takes
To find the freedom of forgiveness.
For that freedom is precisely what it creates.
This power of blood is all around,
Death to be taken, Life to be found;
So man with mercy may show compassion to man.
And God smiling, blesses and understands.
We all are invited to live free,
Remembering,
There is always a dropp of holy, forgiving blood
In every tender tear
That each one of us does cry.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Red
Place that bayonet in my hand,
And fill this pouch with lead;
Show me the blood and leave me, and let me
Stand
By my dead.
Cover those staring eyes and go
And stab in the red, red rain.
Show me that blood and leave me. They groan
In the snow.
With the pain.
Cover his head with a scarlet cloak,
And run to your scarlet strife,
Show me that blood and leave me, where white
Snows choke
Out the life.
Turn his face to the sanguine skies,
The skies where the red stars move.
Show me that blood and leave me; a dead man lies
With his love.
poem by Leon Gellert
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Change The Locks
I changed the lock on my front door
So you cant see me anymore
And you cant come inside my house
And you cant lie down on my couch
I changed the lock on my front door
I changed the number on my phone
So you cant call me up at home
And you cant say those things to me
That make me fall down on my knees
I changed the nunmber on my phone
Cause I changed the kind of car I drive
So you cant see me when I go by
And you cant chase me up the street
And you cant knock me off of my feet
I changed the kind of car I drive
I changed the kind of clothes I wear
So you cant find me anywhere
You cant spot me in a crowd
And you cant call my name out loud
I changed the kind of clothes I wear
I changed the tracks underneath the train
So you cant find me ever again
And you cant trace my path
And you cant hear me laugh
And honey Im laughing all the time
I changed the name of this town
So you cant follow me down
And you cant touch me like before
And you cant make me want you more
I changed the name of this town
I changed the lock on my front door
I changed the number on my phone
I changed the kind of car I drive
I changed the kind of clothes I wear
I changed the tracks underneath the train
I changed the name of this town
I changed the name of this town
I changed the name of this town
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Show Me Your Heart
You always ask for flowers and candy, baby,
Never knowing I was your chocolate rose.
You always tell me that you like what Im wearing,
But you think I look better here without any clothes.
Get out of my head. show me your heart.
Get out of my head. show me your heart.
You play a game of attack and surrender.
Always leaving me halfway there.
Well Ive got something that you should remember.
Until you draw blood, baby, nobody cares.
Get out of my head. show me your heart.
Get out of my head. show me your heart.
Sometimes Id swear you were from venus, now, oh.
If I didnt already know your type.
Youd rather tell me youre an angel, darling,
Then show me by floating gracefully by.
Get out of my head. show me your heart.
Get out of my head, oh. and, show me your heart.
Get out, get out, get out of my head.
Yeah, and show me your heart.
Show me your, oh.
Get out of my head. and, show me your heart.
song performed by by Hootie & The Blowfish
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Bloody Luxury
(coverdale)
Now when I first met you
I was rolling along,
Just a bar room crooner
Singing heartbreak songs,
An I supposed I could never get next to you
But, you seemed quite happy with my company
You kept my body heat steady at 103,
With your mouth full of gimme
An your body full of much obliged
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
What you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury...
Youre a five star woman,
An you know what to give
To fill a part time loser
Full of reasons to live,
But, theres no doubt about it
Im taking a chance on you
Becos you get my heart beating heavy,
Make my knees go weak
You get me so damn nervous
I can hardly speak,
But, nothings gonna stop me
Hanging on my good luck charm
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
What you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury...
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
Honey what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
Honey what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me,
No matter what you do to me,
No matter what you do to me,
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury
Bloody luxury...
song performed by by Whitesnake
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Bloody Mess
shes left in the middle of the room,
beaten and broken,
she crys out in the night,
no one around,
to say its alright,
shes bleeding from unknown places,
she passes out in the bloody mess,
her husband gone,
never to return,
she lays there slowly bleeding out,
the baby inside her,
no longer alive,
her husband killed her and left a bloody mess,
with tears and blood stained to her face,
she gave her life,
for her husbands bloody mess
poem by Alicia Roseberry
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Peace in War?
So you sharpen your knives
You also oil your guns
What is that grenade for?
I see, you have a jungle jacket,
How smart?
Tell me, would you heal the wounds?
The wounds,
That gape and stare at you,
The wounds that wouldn't let
A nap over your eyes.
Wounds that would hollow your heart,
Dripping bloody soiled hands
That would make your seeds
Sprout with fright to the wound?
Tell me,
Was it for peace?
Now agape. Why?
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Bloody red
Bloody red, she screamed her lungs out
Crawling and shouting for help, in pain
The morning turns dark and grey for her
Bloody red, clothes are burnt and
House is broken home, no where to go
Take a look around and all you see is hate
Bloody red, the lies turn white and
Skins ripped off, this is a reason
For broken wings of an angel
Bloody red, I scream for happiness to come
No one can hear me, please lord
Just listen to my prayer
Red! I'm dying here tonight in your arms
Your my assasin for life and this is my sweet dream
I'm all yours for life, dear pain..
poem by Sarvesh Mamgain
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Good Friday
O my chief good,
How shall I measure out thy blood?
How shall I count what thee befell,
And each grief tell?
Shall I thy woes
Number according to thy foes?
Or, since one star show'd thy first breath,
Shall all thy death?
Or shall each leaf,
Which falls in Autumn, score a grief?
Or cannot leaves, but fruit be sign
Of the true vine?
Then let each hour
Of my whole life one grief devour:
That thy distress through all may run,
And be my sun.
Or rather let
My several sins their sorrows get;
That as each beast his cure doth know,
Each sin may so.
Since blood is fittest, Lord to write
Thy sorrows in, and bloody fight;
My heart hath store, write there, where in
One box doth lie both ink and sin:
That when sin spies so many foes,
Thy whips, thy nails, thy wounds, thy woes
All come to lodge there, sin may say,
'No room for me', and fly away.
Sin being gone, oh fill the place,
And keep possession with thy grace;
Lest sin take courage and return,
And all the writings blot or burn.
poem by George Herbert
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In His Hands
Driven conversations, even I can read
Wouldn't want to fake it, and I'm tired of this dream
Taking medications, in the back of the room
Driven conversations, he died in June.
See the stab wounds in his hands
See him dying in his room
He's dying in his room
He's dying in his room
Heading for me, heading this way
He is coming, I don't care
Wouldn't want to fake it, well I don't mind
Giving conversations to a friend of mine
Giving medications, in a lighted room
Wouldn't want to fake it, I know I should
See the stab wounds in his hands
You killed him, I don't care
Keep a promise, you would too
Keep a promise, even you
See the silence in his head
He is coming, I don't care
We're not gonna make it, well I don't mind
Wouldn't want to fake it, but I have this time
Giving conversations, to whom they don't know
Taking medications till my stomach's full.
See a famine in his head
See him coming at their heels
He loves you, give him a chance
I don't love him, I don't care
See him starving, give her hell
It is over, we don't care In His Room
song performed by by Nirvana
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Blood Red Tears
Lighten up, give it up
I see a chance to make it up
Theres a price for every day
Youve just thrown away
I am all I ever was
Didnt change the way I was
Get a grip, button it
Cool down, hypocrite
Couldnt you find her? examine your head
Heres a reminder, blood red tears were shed
Didnt you need her? examine your head
Will you remember? blood red tears were shed
You dispose, I oppose
Couldnt you resist a go
You applaud your reward
I sit here alone
You agree to comfort me
Every day I try to leave
End of feud, your attitude
Worn there on your sleeve
Couldnt you find her? examine your head
Heres a reminder, blood red tears were shed
Didnt you need her? examine your head
Will you remember? blood red tears were shed
Couldnt you find her? examine your head
Heres a reminder, blood red tears were shed
Didnt you need her? examine your head
Will you remember? blood red tears were shed
They tell me to go, I lie that I know, he cries so unkindly
Couldnt you find her? examine your head
Heres a reminder, blood red tears were shed
Didnt you need her? examine your head
Will you remember? blood red tears were shed
song performed by by Olive
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In These Poems That We Write
these are the wounds of the heart
let your fingers pierce that part
blood drips from a wounded heart
pain gleaming against the light
time has not healed the wounds
you can hear the screaming sounds
these are the wounds of my heart
we are not many miles apart
we share the wounds of the heart
in these poems that we draft
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bite The Hand That Bleeds
I watch you tap for blood in my veins
My heart you feed on to keep you sustained
A parasite that leaves me cold and drained
I'm in shock, and you leave me paralyzed
And the saddest part I realize
The absence of truth behind your eyes
I feel you tapping my soul from my vein!
I feel you tapping again on my vein!
I feel my life slipping away!
One more drop of blood I spill
One more drop you take
One more drop and I will spite
And bite the hand that bleeds
I see you have two faces turning
Changing face to keep me guessing
You have mastered the art of deceiving
Now I know no one trusts you
And to think, not even you do
And I know you salted my wounds
Now I know no one trusts you!
Now I know no one trusts you!
Now I know you salted my wounds!
One more drop of blood I spill
Noe more drop you take
One more drop and I will spite
And bite the hand that bleeds
Bite the hand that bleeds you ...
song performed by by Fear Factory
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Air Was Naked
After the putsch, through night he set himself alight
ensnared in flames of societal conflicts, for a
vision of tomorrow, in the birth of a bloody dawn.
The drone of history had failed on a loaded salt.
A solitary murder of truth was sufficient to unsettle
me for a downturn of unborn wounds of drowned
voice, of a requiem. The dead were coming back to life
in dark alleys of black skulls. The pink scarves
were still holding the snow flakes of standing
wheat for the thirsty children, of grieving mothers
who lost the homes to red hands, the white paper,
the hungry guns. The thieves were coming again.
I was never naked in my blood, my howling bones.
poem by Satish Verma
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In Love With The 80's (Pink Tux To The Prom)
So it was Jeremy in 1983 in his ocean pacific tee who got a bloody knee
on a skateboard
in the half pipe
in the backyard that tuesday night
and i'm only gonna pierce my left ear
and i've been working on this mustache all summer long
and my favorite band will always be tears for fears
and i'm gonna wear a pink tux to the prom
cuttin class thru the first floor window
he's driving fast cuz he never did a thing slow
and i look up to my big bro cuz in the 80's all the ladies grabbed his hand and couldn't let go
(chorus)
do do do do do pink tux to the prom
do do do do do pink tux to the prom
I am gonna wear a pink tux to the prom
live without a care
of what could possibly go wrong
when you're the president of The Breakfast Club
and you're not hesitant to fall in love
to fall in love,
to throw it away to fall in love with the 80's
I am gonna wear
a pink tux to the prom
live without a care
what could possibly go wrong
I am gunna wear
a pink tux to the prom
live without a care
cuz you threw it away
to fall in love...
with the 80's
(do do do do do do.....)
song performed by by Relient K
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In His Room / In His Hands / Verse Chorus Verse
Driven conversations, even I can read
Wouldnt want to fake it, and Im tired of this dream (not sure about this sentence)
Taking medications, in the back of the room
Driven conversations, he died in june.
See the stab wounds in his hands
See him dying in his room
Hes dying in his room
Hes dying in his room
Heading for me, heading this way
He is coming, I dont care
Wouldnt want to fake it, well I dont mind
Giving conversations to a friend of mine
Giving medications, in a lighted room
Wouldnt want to fake it, I know I should
See the stab wounds in his hands
You killed him, I dont care
Keep a promise, you would too
Keep a promise, even you
See the silence in his head
He is coming, I dont care
Were not gonna make it, well I dont mind
Wouldnt want to fake it, but I have this time
Giving conversations, to whom they dont know
Taking medications till my stomachs full.
See a famine in his head
See him coming at their heels
He loves you, give him a chance
I dont love him, I dont care
See him starving, give her hell
It is over, we dont care in his room
From outcesticide ii.
song performed by by Nirvana
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Lie about a Secret
Bandages that cover long healed wounds
Lies that surface over many dead moons
the bloody man of wealth
erects his fortress and lair
upon soil of less substance than air
the healthy man suffers for attentive eye
But when truth is truth and lie is lie
this man surely shall not die
while the entire crowd walks the streets
they wear shiny shoes over filthy feet
as bodies betray the mind
truth is hard to find
words and actions, hollow as space
but then have a look in the eye and face
what unsettling truth found in this place
but as long as we fly as ear less bats
we are nothing but blinded lab rats
poem by Wandering Scarlet
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